Tuesday, July 09, 2013
RE: I'm in QA mode!
...but I do. #Ihadmyhopesup
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Friday, September 07, 2012
Garbage Truck
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I've had Max for 6 years now. (He's 6 1/2 now)
We went for our normal walk around one of the buildings on Saturday morning. My apartment is in the back corner of the complex, so we walk toward the the front office and round one of the buildings along the courtyard/pool area. Then we loop around along the driveway back to the house. It's usually pretty uneventful aside from a rabbit or frog encounter here and there. Mostly it's serene because we are both trying to wake up.
On this morning, we were walking like normal toward the office when he stopped and I thought he might have spotted a rabbit so I tried to focus and didn't see anything. I did, on the other hand, hear the garbage truck coming into the complex. ...it was still on the street and hadn't gotten inside the gates. At 7am it's pretty noisy. Max sniffed, stood very still...then after looking toward the sound and back at me a couple of times, he walked quickly back to me. He was at the top of the hill and I wasn't going in that direction, so I just thought he was coming back to join me.
Then he kept walking, pretty much pulling me back to my apartment. He wasn't in an all out run, but he might as well have been. He was really tugging.
As we crossed the street/drive back to my building, I saw the garbage truck emptying the dumpster at the front of the complex. Max led be right back to my front door. He had pulled the retractable leash the full length, about 12 feet. When I made it into the breezeway, his nose was about an inch from the door - he was so eager to go in.
I saw a little worry on his face. Kind of a "we have to get inside NOW!" kind of look. It wasn't what I would call so much fear that his tail was between his legs, but pretty close. He had a look of dread really.
Being a "mom", I thought I'd let him see what the big scary thing was...well, by that time it was passing my breezeway, so he got a really good look at a HUGE blue garbage truck! Not exactly a good idea. He got his butt back to the door and waited for me to let him in.
At first, I thought he would bolt into the safety of his house when I got the leash off, but he didn't. He just really needed to get inside the house.
He didn't even do his business.
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Week 1
…my plan was to do a daily log of the weirdness that Lupron causes. Because the symptoms online were scary to say the least.
The reality is not much better.
The week with Lupron:
Hot Flashes…Nope
Night Sweats…Nope
Moodiness…Nope
And all those other 32 symptoms we saw online...nada
What’s really happened is that I don’t feel anything. Not in the good way, where I am not experiencing any weird symptoms, so that must be nice… but in the totally APATHETIC kind of way.
I’m thinking of things that stress me, but I don’t FEEL anything. It’s so hard to explain, but that’s the only way I can describe it.
I’m thinking the hyper thoughts, but I’m not feeling that thing that you get in your chest when you passionately feel angst or anger or even find something funny.
Weird.
My neighbor actually told me that my coloring looks good. That was nice. J and knowing I won’t have to worry about my period for 30 days…that’s nice too.
Monday, October 11, 2010
The M-Word
Monday, August 09, 2010
Weird weekend leads into weirder week
A recap of the weekend of July24th…A weekend I will not soon forget…
BUT…Dori and I were left to make up prices for items since Renee’ chose not to put price tags on anything. …and that was FUN! Customer: How much is this…me: Um $5, right Dori, Renee wants $5? Dori: Yea, that’s right.
SOLD!
I came back home Saturday night, promptly lost my phone. Searched all over for it on Sunday, decided to locate the phone using Sprint’s Family Locator. Expected to narrow down whether it was at the airport or in my car somewhere, my heart skipped when I found it was actually in a different part of town altogether. Kicker is that I’m not about to knock on the door, but neither are the police. I have to write a “Lost Property Report”. I know where the darn thing is for goodness sake!
So to the guy at the apartment complex at Dennis and Northaven, in building 15, either apartment 1036, 1037 or 1038.
You SUCK!
So, out of boldness or sheer stupidity, my friend Sam and I made up flyers and put them on the doors of the apartment. We also wanted to put them at the mailroom but couldn’t find it, so we asked in the office. The guy in there said he would talk to them directly and let them know there is a reward too. We’ll see what happens.
8/9: …I am on a waiting list behind 39 other people and the store only gets 5 per week..nice. ..We gave up on the apartments because the phone cannot be activated, they simply have a paper weight right now. And AMEX can reimburse the cost of the phone to me because I purchased it less than 90 days ago. So by the time my name pops up to number 1, I will only be spending $50 out of pocket.
I’m still bitter though.


